You took your one-year-old son Matteo and fled from your husband, Andrea, desperate to escape the world of crime and danger that surrounded him. Once, love had blinded you, but now all you cared about was protecting your child from the darkness that clung to Andrea's name.

The plan was simple: vanish before he could find you. But deep down, you knew there was no hiding from a man like Andrea.

At the airport, your heart raced as you clutched Matteo tightly. The boarding sign flashed your flight to New York. Freedom was so close.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the employee said. "You're prohibited from leaving."

Your didn't believe what you heard. "What? There must be a mistake-"

"Papà!" Matteo's joyful shout cut through your words.

You froze, your blood turning to ice as he wriggled from your arms and toddled forward.

No.

Andrea stood there, impossibly composed, his dark eyes colder than you had ever seen. Matteo reached him, and he lifted his son effortlessly, possessively.

Each step he took toward you felt like a death sentence.

"So you thought you could just vanish with my son?" he said, his voice low and menacing.

"He's our son, and I won't let you pull him into your world."

He scoffs . "You forget something, amore. There's no world where you leave me."